There’s a universe, it’s more like a beehive, in which all people exist.
There’s a universe, unique, but not isolated, which is on the other side, in which he exists.
He never had a name.
…
I’ve always wanted to make a unique him from the pieces of all of them. 35 years ago and a few days ago. Equally, the same. His eyes with tiny wrinkles in the corners. His smile. His whimsicality. His scent. His touch. His response to my thoughts. Mine response on his thoughts.

One had eyes, but he didn’t have a smile. The other had a smile, but not the smell. The third was whimsical, but it was not that touch.
The universe of separate particles. For years. 44 years, to be precise.
Quiet. Cold. Predictable. Incomplete.
And always a plan that I will make one. From everything. From mud. From snow. From love.
With a name.

And him…
Another universe. United particles. Energy. Pure.
Warm. Restless. Complete. And prone to burn. At a moment. At the speed of light.

I’ve never been afraid of fire. I always speed driving.
Now there might be a name.

Family council At the age of 11, somewhere back in 1984, I wrote an application to increase the allowance to Tatomirović family council, which consisted of mom, dad and me. Inflation had eaten away my budget and I